There were some who called him God. Others called him the Devil. Me, I called him Uncle Frank. Frank had always been my mom's eccentric brother; wearing cloaks and robes, speaking in made-up languages, and talking about made-up places and creatures. And even though I didn't see him much, he was an awesome uncle.

It was the evening of my sixteenth birthday when a knock sounded from the mirror on ...

In the two years we had been together, Maddy had never looked as good as she did tonight. Her blonde hair styled in a beautiful updo, her makeup done perfectly, and that red dress that hugged her curves in all the right spots, were enough to hitch my breath. Which is what made what I was about to do so much harder.

As we sat at the small table in the busiest restaurant in the city, Maddy swirled...